After a sleepless night, Michael Morse decided not to think, not to think, not to think of that murder—even at the cost of finding himself unable to conceive any thoughts at all.
He pressed his thumb against the biometric reader that authenticated his identity, then turned the corner into the lobby, where he narrowly escaped hitting his nose—only to knock off his glasses. It was a minute or so before he found them. Restored to his vision, he noticed the newspaper on the secretary’s desk. At the bottom of the page was a headline that drew his attention. It said, Body Found in Laguna Beach.
A groan escaped from his throat. Even when he managed not to think, not to think, not to think about what had happened last night, it found a way to come back a different way to haunt him.
The secretary flipped over the newspaper, but not before he took in the opening sentences,
A body was found in Laguna Beach this morning. Reliable sources quote police as making progress on a number of clues. So far, no suspect has been named
